Hot Bodies Boxed Set: The Complete Vital Signs Erotic Romance Trilogy (23 page)

Five

Ed seemed surprised—maybe even a little shocked—at her invitation, but that didn’t stop him. He strode right into her worn attic apartment, his bare feet leaving little damp tracks on the pockmarked hardwood floor. He grasped tightly at the towel wrapped around his middle, almost as if he expected it to drop to the floor as soon as he crossed the threshold.

And how,
Shirley thought to herself.
Honey, you have no idea.

Ed scanned Shirley’s cluttered living room, which was still strewn with her half-unpacked moving boxes. “Looks like you just moved in,” he said, obviously still a little uncomfortable at being there.

“Yes, I just moved in over the weekend,” Shirley replied. “And I just started my new job today. Haven’t had a lot of time to get settled yet. I hope you don’t mind the mess.”

Ed nodded and tipped an imaginary hat at her with his free hand. “Not at all, ma’am. If you’ll jest show me yer bathroom, I’ll take a look at the leak situation an’ then be on my way.”

Saying that he’d soon be on his way was the polite thing for him to do as a Southern gentleman, of course. But Shirley guessed by the growing bulge underneath that threadbare towel of his that the not-so-genteel part of him had other plans in mind. “If you’ll just follow me, Mr. Main,” she said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and guiding him down the hall. “But I do hope after you’ve seen to the leak you’ll stay and sit for a spell. I have some lovely lemon herb tea I picked up at the store just yesterday that I’ve been meaning to share with someone.”

And that’s not all I’d like to share with you
, she thought as he followed her into the bathroom. If only that stuffed-shirt Dr. Randall Hamm could see her now. At work he was a cold fish who didn’t know that Shirley existed. And yet, here Shirley was about to seduce a half-naked hottie who’d just shown up at her door uninvited.

Dr. Randall Hamm didn’t know what he was missing. She’d show him, all right.

Ed poked around her splattered bathroom, eyeing the big puddles on her floor. “Looks like you had quite a party in here, ma’am,” he said, a twinkle forming in his blue eyes. “If ya don’t mind me sayin’ so.”

“The party was just getting started when you arrived, Ed,” was Shirley’s scintillating reply. “Now it’s time for the real fun to begin.”

With that, Shirley shed her terrycloth robe in one swift motion. It pooled at her ankles on the damp floor.

Ed’s jaw dropped to his knees. “Damn, ma’am. That’s one helluva pretty sight.”

“Please, call me Shirley. All my closest friends do.”

“I guess that means I’m ‘bout to become one of your closest friends then, ma’am.” Ed sauntered up to her and dropped his own towel to the floor. It joined her robe on the damp floor, where they both helped soak up the same pool of water.

Well, that was easy
, Shirley thought. She really should seduce random total strangers more often.

Her violet eyes passed over Ed’s gorgeous young body. With that soft, velvety skin and smooth face, he couldn’t be more than twenty-six. That lean, hard body was the picture of glorious youth. His arms were firm and sculpted, rippling with the kind of muscles that come from hard day-to-day work in the real world, not occasional workouts in a gym. His legs were just as firm, with defined calves and rippled thighs. A light coating of sandy blonde hair coated his angular pecs like goosedown, then gathered into a darker line that led from his belly button downward to his thickly furred crotch. His cock was thick and dripping with precome. Its uncircumcised head poked through his shining foreskin, bursting like an overripe peach.

Ed Main was ready to fuck.

But Shirley was biding her time. As aroused as she was at the sight of Ed’s raring-to-go body, Shirley wanted to draw things out as long as possible. She’d just made herself come five minutes ago, after all. She had plenty of sexual energy to build upon. And besides, this was
her
apartment,
her
turf—and Ed was
her
conquest, dammit. Her house, her rules.

Instead of going to meet Ed, as she was sure he wanted her to, Shirley hung back and waited for him to come to her.

She didn’t have to wait long. Before she could say boo, Ed swept across the room and enveloped her naked body in his thick, strong arms. His mouth plunged onto hers with abandon, sucking her lips, her tongue, her entire being hard into his mouth. The feel of his unshaven cheeks against her face and neck was the hottest sensation she’d ever known—even if it did rub her skin raw. Hell, she was
ready
to be rubbed raw. She was single, new in town, and horny as hell—and she deserved to have a little fun.

Without even asking permission, Ed pushed her down to the damp, slippery bathroom floor tile. The feel of the cold, chipped porcelain against her bare back was jarring and sensual at the same time—an eclectic mix of shock and pleasure. After her first solo orgasm in the steaming hot bath, all of Shirley’s senses were on high alert, and the mixed signals rising from the cold, still bathroom tile underneath her and the hot, aggressive male body writhing on top of her were made for some of the most incredible sensations she’d ever experienced.

Shirley felt Ed’s hot, thick cock thrust itself between her legs. Ed was pressing one finger, then two, then three into her already wet and swollen cunt. He was ready to get busy, that was for sure—but ever the Southern gentleman, he was just waiting for Shirley to give the word so he could plunge himself deep inside her.

But Shirley still wasn’t ready. Everything was happening so fast. She needed to slow things down, big-time. And not just to maximize her own pleasure, either. Her mind was full of too many thoughts. Doubts and worries ran through her brain a mile a minute, and they refused to stop. Was she doing the right thing? Was she being too rash? Was it really a good idea to drop her drawers on the spur of the moment with her new downstairs neighbor? What if things ended badly? How would she handle it?

And what about Dr. Randall Hamm? After all,
he
was the one she really wanted to sleep with. As hot as Ed was, he was just window dressing, something to occupy her time until the man she really wanted decided to want her back.

Ha. As if that would ever happen.

Shirley squeezed her eyes shut tight, tried hard to clear it of all the random thoughts and distractions. What did she care about Dr. Randall Hamm, anyway? Especially when she had another hotter (and younger) man already naked on top of her anyway? What the hell was she thinking?

It was high time she stopped thinking and started fucking.

She guided Ed’s hand to where she needed it most. Her clit was already swollen to twice its normal size, so Ed had no trouble finding it. He went to work right away, rubbing her nub with a fingertip in rapid circles, just the exact way the Shirley did when she brought herself to orgasm. It was as if this perfect stranger could read her sexual mind.

Damn him.

Finding a perfect stranger who could satisfy her perfectly was all she needed right now. And yet, her heart seemed to long for something—for some
one
—more.

And that someone wasn’t in the room. He was somewhere else—probably burning the midnight oil back at the hospital, not paying attention to anyone. Just like he did not pay attention to her.

Damn him, too.

Shirley’s legs involuntarily widened, pulled in, raised themselves up as her orgasm approached. Oh, this hot Southern good ol’ boy was serviceable, all right. Hell, he was
more
than serviceable. But he wasn’t the man that Shirley really wanted. No siree.

Well, she couldn’t think about that right now. She
shouldn’t.
She should concentrate on the matter at hand—namely, getting fucked by the man who currently had his hand between her legs.

Shirley’s breath quickened, her hips bucked, her belly clenched—and she came. Hard. “Mmmmmm, yesyesyes,” she groaned, pressing herself into Ed’s hand. She pretended for a moment that Ed’s hand was really Dr. Randall Hamm’s hand—and that was more than enough for her to come again.

“Yyyyeeeessssss,” she groaned. “Oh, baby,
yeah.”

If Dr. Randall Hamm could make her come like that in her imagination, just think what he could do to her in real life.

Damn.

A gentle touch on her cheek brought her back to earth. She opened her eyes, saw Ed’s lovely blue ones staring into her own. “You all right, ma’am?” he asked tenderly. “I thought I lost you for a second.”

You have no idea
, Shirley thought to herself with embarrassment. Really, she wasn’t being fair to this man, who was working so hard to satisfy her—and
only
her. It was a good thing that he couldn’t read her mind. If he could, he’d dump her on the hard cold tile and make a mad run for the door. “I’m all right,” she finally sighed. “Just—you know. Kinda spent from coming.”

Ed’s eyebrows raised in concern. “You wanna stop, hon?”

She reached out and stroked his stubbled cheek. “Oh no, sweetheart. Just let me take a breather for a minute.” He smiled, and Shirley breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t suspect a thing, and she wanted to keep it that way. “You sure know how to push a gal’s buttons,” she said. “I wanna see what else you can do.”

“Quite a lot, ma’am,” he drawled. “If you’ll just let me show ya.”

Shirley held up an index finger and touched it to Ed’s lips. “Just one second, hon.” She stole over to the bottom drawer of her vanity cabinet, where she kept a travel-sized box of lubricated Trojans. Anticipating a busy night, she grabbed three condoms from the box, slipped them between her teeth, and crawled slowly back to where Ed lay sprawled on the tile floor. She shook her head back and forth, growling like a tomcat around the foil condom wrappers. His eyes widened at the spectacle. And if Shirley the well-educated nurse didn’t know such things were medically impossible, she could have sworn she saw his cock grow three inches at the sight.

Even if tonight was the only night she would ever spend with Ed Main, she would make it a night he would never forget.

She tore open the foil condom packet, made a move as if she were about to take the condom out and roll it onto his waiting cock. But at the very last second, she did something else entirely. She closed her mouth over the tip of his dripping cock, tasting his salty, musky taste, drinking in the feel of his slick glans and rough shaft against the rim of her lips and against her tongue. She deep-throated him, moving her head up and down in a rapid rhythm, nearly bringing him to orgasm right then and there. But she pulled off at the last possible second, gripped his balls hard and pinched the base of his cock between two fingers, stopping that load from blowing right in its tracks.

Ed sucked in his breath and groaned. “Damn, woman!” he cried. “You are one helluva wild thing.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” Shirley replied with a grin. With that, she slipped that condom on his cock for real this time, pushed him down onto the floor, and straddled him hard. She took the whole length of him into herself in a single stroke, grunting and sighing as she felt herself stretch and strain to accompany something so thick and massive. He was the biggest, hardest, thickest man she’d ever fucked, that was for damn sure.

Her body wouldn’t forget this night for a long, long time. And now that she’d had something this big, it would be pretty damn hard for her to be satisfied by anything but.

Take that, Dr. Randall Hamm
, Shirley chuckled to herself as she started riding Ed. And she rode him like a bucking bronco, like a raging surf, like the world’s most out-of-control electric bull. She was a wild cowgirl in heat, and nothing would stop her wild fuck until she was done, done, done.

She rode him long. She rode him hard. She rode him until the walls of her sheath were rubbed raw. She rode him until it hurt.

Hurt so
good.

Ed Main just didn’t lie back and take it, either—God love him. After he got over the initial shock of Shirley’s unbridled aggression, he stepped right up and returned the sexual favor in kind, matching ever wild buck of her hips with a hot little thrust of his own. He grabbed her hips with both of his big hands while spreading his long fingers wide enough to find her clit without ever once letting go. He rubbed her clit in all the right places and at all the right times, timing the strokes of his fingers perfectly in between the strokes Shirley made up and down his cock. The resulting sensations shook her to the core.

Shirley felt parts of herself she never knew existed before. She became intimately acquainted with the structure of her pelvis, the inner lips of her vulva, the tiny curved spot where the end of her vagina met the bottom tip of her womb. She felt the buzzing, the heat, the rising intensity in her body at the molecular level. She saw her orgasm beckoning to her from across a deep precipice, watched it approach, become closer and closer, until she could see that it was the biggest, baddest, most earth-shattering orgasm of her life.

Ed Main might not be the man of her dreams, but boy howdy, he got the job done.

And then, all at once, her climax hit her like a rushing waterfall. It grabbed hold of her body and shook her hard, fast, full-throttle. The vibrations started deep in the lowest recesses of her cunt, then radiated upward and outward through her belly and chest and out through her limbs until everything—from the tips of her toes to her fingers to her tongue and even her eyelashes—burst. She was an exploding supernova, an atomic blast, a volcanic eruption.